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- Fuck you! You can't do this to me!

I'm Amy Lee!

I'm Amy...

Hey, Mandy.

Sorry.

- I'm just a bit behind lately,

but I promise you it won't happen again.

Okay, Cahya, we really don't wanna get

to a point where the bank has to sell the house.

- Oh, of course not. It's not that bad.

This is the last extension

we can offer you, Cahya, okay?

- Okay.

Thanks for your time.

Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything is okay.

What?

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

Hello, hey. Ah, my name is Cahya.

Thank you.

- Welcome, ah, you must be, ah, Kaya.

- Ah, Cahya. - Ah.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. McClay.

- That's right. Yes.

Oh, and this is my sister, Francesca McClay.

Hmm. The huntress.

- Take these to the larder, please driver.

Where are your gloves?

- Ma'am.

- Nice to meet you, Miss McClay.

- You're pregnant?

Well, you failed to mention that on the phone.

- Really?

- I'm sorry, but don't worry.

I'm good and it's not gonna affect my ability for work.

- Well, how many months?

- Five months.

- Really?

- How long can you work for?

- Four months.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This is going to be a problem, Franny.

I don't think this going to work out.

- Come now. Let's not make any hasty decisions.

She's here now. I think it'll be fine.

Four months is four months. We've had employees for less.

Any complications?

- Uh, sorry?

- The baby? - No.

- Well, the uniform's going to be a problem.

Ah, this isn't what we had in mind, is it?

- You're forgetting that I am a master

of the thread, brother.

Anything can be... Can be altered, yes, I-

- Alfred.

- Fine. I don't see the point, but anyway.

- Thank you, Miss McClay.

- Nia, show her to her room.

- So, this is the dining area.

It's where you'll serve all the meals.

- How long you have been here?

- 12 Months.

You're my replacement.

I'm so glad you called when you did.

I was thinking I'd never get outta here.

Oh, um, no, no. Sorry, I didn't mean like that.

Um, you know, it's fine.

It's just I'm homesick.

- Hmm, mm.

Yeah, I can feel it.

You are leaving in a different time.

- Ah, yeah, something like that.

- Mr. And Miss McClay?

- Yeah. They're a happy bunch, aren't they?

Come on. I'll show you to your room upstairs.

- Okay.

- And this is it.

I made your bed fresh this morning.

- Thank you, Nia.

- Hey, have a rest if you want.

Come find me later downstairs and check in.

Five months.

Who am I kidding?

Nia?

Nia?

Just downstairs.

- Oh my God. Nia, what are you doing?

- I'm, I'm cooking rabbit stew.

- Yeah, but like this?

Does they have a proper stove?

The McClays insist on doing everything

the old fashion way.

- Is it heavy? I don't think I can do that.

- No, it's not as heavy as it looks.

You'll be fine.

Ah, yeah.

They don't like you using those at work.

- Oh, don't worry. I won't do that.

I'm trying to find a signal. No signal here.

- Oh. - I wanna text

my husband.

- Really?

He doesn't mind you staying here?

- Mm. So, how about the landline?

Yeah.

You just have to ask Miss McClay first.

- Okay.

Do you need help? - Oh, no, no, no, no.

It's all right. I just wanna get this all done.

I'll show you how to do it in the morning.

- So...

So how many people are working here?

- Oh, it's just the driver and me.

- Really? - Mm.

- But I saw another maid.

- What?

- Upstair.

- No, there's nobody else here.

Hey, don't go spooking yourself out already,

you only just got here.

Come on. Help me set the table.

We thank the Lord for this food, for life

and health and every good.

By thine own hand may we be fed.

Give us each day our daily bread. Amen.

Amen.

Mm

Mm. Dinner is perfect, Nia, as always.

I'm going to really miss your cooking when you're gone.

Let's have a toast. Shall we?

To Nia,

thank you for coming into our home and, ah,

making it a better place than when you found it.

You've been a real delight to have around

and a good little worker to boot.

- Hear, hear. - Mm, mm.

I wish we could convince you to stay forever. Hmm.

- Thank you, Mr. McClay.

You know, it's going to be a pity you're not going

to be here at Easter.

- Ah, yeah. - I'll order

your uniform tonight.

We'll do it in the sitting room next door

after you've cleaned up.

- Thank you, Miss McClay. - Yeah, yeah.

- It's been a tradition in our family for generations.

Most of these are my great-grandfather's work.

- Are they real?

- Well, of course they're real, silly girl.

I come from a rich bloodline of professional game hunters.

My father carried the tradition and he taught it to me.

Ew. That's disgusting, Daddy.

- It's not disgusting. It's magic.

It will be this way forever.

- I find it very meditative.

But what about you, dear?

Hmm?

That's an awfully big belly for five months, isn't it?

- Yes. His father is Australian.

He's gonna be a big baby.

- He. It's going to be a baby boy then.

- Yeah.

- Hmm, well, where, ah, is the father to be?

It's just you said on the phone you weren't married.

- Ah, yes. I'm a widow.

- Oh, well.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What happened?

David.

Is everything okay?

My husband tried to protect us from an intruder,

and stabbed to death.

- Oh my.

That's, that's horrible.

Just horrible.

My father died of a heart attack when I was very young.

Oh, sorry to hear.

- Yes.

And mother, she didn't fare very well after that.

She passed away not long after.

- Oh. So you grew up as an orphans?

- Yes.

But Alfred and I had each other,

and that's the most important thing.

But you, poor girl, you're all alone, aren't you?

- Hmm. Not for so long.

I'll have my own family soon.

- Yes. Yes you will.

Well, I'm all done.

I'll have that all ready for you to wear

tomorrow after lunch. - Thank you so much,

Miss McClay, I wish it's not too much trouble.

- Oh, that's okay. I know you'll make up for it.

- You are not a normal person, Cahya.

I guess you've known that your whole life.

My little birdie told me about you.

- A bird?

- The owl.

I'm the owl.

When you called on me, I could sense the power within you.

But a great sadness is holding your back.

With these words, you can open a doorway to the other world,

lost spirits manifest around you,

allowing them to speak directly to you.

- I can talk to him?

- Not in the way that you mean,

but you will be able to say goodbye.

He's stuck between worlds.

You need to help him cross over to the light, sweetheart.

You're torturing him without knowing.

Is this something that you want to do?

Okay.

- Okay.

Okay. What should I do?

- Close your eyes, raise your hands like this.

David into your mind.

Think of nothing else.

Can you see him?

Good.

Now say the words.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

- Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

- Repeat them until I tell you to stop.

- Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus

Don't stop.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

- Finish.

Now clap your hands together.

How do you feel?

I feel different,

but everything look the same.

- Someone wants to meet you.

Grace?

It's okay, it's over. No, no, no, no.

- Hey. - Oh, Nia!

Oh my God. You scared me.

- Oh. - Oh my God, Nia.

- Sorry. You all right?

I heard you walking around.

I thought you might be lost.

- Oh gosh, sleep. I can't sleep.

- God, you look like you've seen a ghost.

Oh, yeah.

- Hey, it's, it's all right.

There is nothing to be scared of.

- Nia, do you think it's weird if we sleep

in the same bed tonight?

Mm.

Yes, yes, yes. Hmm, yes.

Hmm. Look at that.

- So this is the clothesline over here.

Oh, and I need to tell you,

that building there, that's off grounds.

Mr. McClay's private quarters.

And he's a bit precious about it.

- That's good. Less things to clean.

- Exactly.

Oh, Alfred likes me to visit him for morning tea.

So let's go pay him a visit.

- Oh, Nia.

How are you this very fine morning?

- Sir. Just showing Cahya the ropes.

- Hmm. - How's your painting

coming along? - Oh, yes.

Splendid, splendid.

I'm painting a narrative this time from memory.

- Oh, that's impressive.

Is that Sleeping Beauty?

- Very good, Nia. Very good.

- Mr. McClay is a huge fan of theater and dance,

aren't you, sir? - Oh yes, yes.

I love it. I adore it.

Sleeping Beauty's my favorite.

It's a famous opera, you know?

- Oh, is it?

- I didn't know that.

- Yes. Why would you?

- Ah, would you like anything before I leave, Mr. McClay?

- No, no, no. Thank you, Nia.

Ah, I have everything I need. Hmm.

I heard you're from Indonesia.

- Yes, sir. - Parents?

- Sorry? - Where are they?

- Ah, both of them are passed away.

- Oh, and you're a widow?

- Yes. - Hmm.

Seems like you don't have any luck at all.

So why'd your parents come here?

Work? Fleeing some conflict?

- My parents never left Jakarta.

My husband is Australian, so I came here to move with him.

- Oh, and then have his child?

- Yes.

- Well, I hope you don't expect any maternity leave.

- Ah, well, I better continue showing Cahya around.

Good luck with your master work, sir.

- Well, thank you, Mia.

I hope to see you again one day.

You're going to be quite impossible to replace.

Hmm.

Oh, yes, Alfred.

Yes. - Oh my God.

He really hates me.

- No, no, no. It's okay.

Forget about him.

I can tell Miss McClay really likes you,

and she's the real one in charge around here.

- Oh my, such a beauty to behold, our sleeping princess.

If only I should be so brave as to steal a kiss.

Just kiss me, silly.

- I hate that ching-Chong.

I don't trust her one bit.

I don't know why Daddy employs her.

- I imagine she's rather good at her job.

Hmm.

- Alfred.

Miss McClay.

You be good.

- Well, now your trial begins.

Don't mess it up.

- Yes, sir.

- Off you go, dear.

Your uniform is laid out on the bed for you.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Oof!

Hello.

Is anybody there?

- It's not gonna work out here.

Leave me alone.

- Be present at our table, Lord,

be here and everywhere adored.

Thy creatures bless and grant that we may feast

in fellowship with thee.

We thank thee, Lord, for this food, for life,

and health, and every good.

By thine own hand may we be fed,

give us each day our daily bread.

Amen. - Amen.

What are you doing?

- Ah, I'm sorry, sir.

- That's very rude.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- I hate those things, Franny.

- You have reception?

- No, ma'am. Ah, I'm just happy.

- Don't let it distract you from your job here.

I'd prefer if you kept it in your room.

- Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am?

- Yes?

- I'm just, I'm wondering if I can use

phone line tomorrow, please?

- Why?

- I need to call my doctor.

- Is there a problem?

- No, it's, it's just a general check, checkup every month.

- I see.

Well, if you finish all your chores early,

I will consider it.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Mm.

Ah.

Verni, Sancte Spiritus.

- Ooh, ah.

I was talking to David, teaching him

how to be a, a good husband.

- Is it real?

- Yes.

Now, when you're ready,

read the words on the back of the paper, ad lucem,

and clap your hands again.

The door will be closed forever

and David will pass into the light.

Well, he, he doesn't belong here.

The spirit world is waiting for him.

But don't wait too long, Cahya.

Promise me you'll finish it.

- Miss?

Shh.

Hail Mary full of grace...

Cahya, is everything okay?

Ma'am, I'm sorry

if I bother you like this.

Ah, just wondering if I can use phone now, please?

- But it's the middle of the day.

Surely you haven't finished all your chores yet.

- I know, but I'm not feeling good.

I wanna go home.

- But you just got here.

I thought you were settling in well.

- It's the baby. I think I need to visit a doctor.

Can you please drive me to the town?

- What's wrong with the baby?

- I don't know, I just feel sore down there.

I wanna make sure everything okay.

- Yes, of course.

I'll have the driver take you. - No, ma'am.

Can I just go with you, please?

- Dear girl, I don't drive.

What's wrong with you today? You're acting very strange.

- I'm sorry, Miss McClay,

but have you ever seen something weird in this house?

- What you mean?

- Ghosts.

You poor girl.

Of course, you must be so stressed

being here away from home, you're pregnant.

It's no wonder you feel the way you do.

Come. Salvation can always be found in Christ.

Let us pray.

But I'm not Christian.

- Well, I will pray for us both.

Our father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come-

- Do you think Mr. McClay can drive me-

- Cahya!

If you really must insist, I will ask him tonight.

I'm sure it won't be a problem. Now off you go.

- Uh-huh. Thank you, Miss.

- Alfred.

- Hmm?

- I was wondering if you felt like going

for a drive into town tomorrow?

- Oh, maybe. Ah, why?

- Well, Cahya isn't feeling very well.

- I told you this was going to be a problem.

It's that baby, isn't it? - Alfred!

- We do have a driver, Franny.

- As her employer, she's our responsibility.

Take her to the hospital tomorrow. Make sure she's seen to.

- Fine.

- Thank you, Mr. McClay. Really appreciate it.

- Hmm. How about some entertainment tonight?

- Alfred. - Come on, Franny.

Don't be a spoiled sport.

Let's have some music. Eh?

- Alfred, what are you doing?

- Oh, yes.

May I?

Yes.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, Alfred, go under. - Oh, forward, Franny, don't.

No, this one, this one, this one.

- I'm leading.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

- One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Ooh! Franny!

Franny, Franny, come on, come on, come on!

Quick. Quick.

Come, come.

- Oh, Alfred, you are a silly boy.

- Come on, Franny. Join in, join in, quick!

That's it. Yes.

The ghosts are back!

- Woo! - Woo!

The homestead's awfully haunted, you know?

Ooh, Franny, Franny, Franny! This one, this one, this one!

Look!

Oh, Alfred, no!

- It's my masterpiece. - Oh, Alfred.

- Come on, Franny. Join in.

- Cahya. Cahya.

I can sense spirits around you,

feeding off your energy.

Say the words and clap your hands.

Ad lucem. Ad lucem.

You must close the door now before it's too late.

- Fairly isolated out here, isn't it?

- Yes.

- One could get really lost if one

were to get stuck out here.

Turn that fucking thing off!

All right.

I said, turn it off!

You stupid little girl.

Do you really think you were going to get away from me?

- Nia?

Nia?

Nia? Nia?

Cahya.

- What did they do to you, Nia?

- You couldn't help yourself, could you?

Had to go snooping around.

Now look at you. Happy?

You weren't supposed to be here

for at least another four months!

I suppose I have to find myself

another replacement now, won't I?

It's bad enough that this one here wanted to leave me.

- Please. Please.

- Mm.

- Please don't hurt us. Please.

- "Oh, please. Oh, please.

Oh, please don't hurt us."

You people. You always turn on me eventually.

Please.

- Loyalty, it seems is not part

of your genetic makeup, is it?

- Oh, please. I won't tell anyone, please.

- Yes, I know.

It's very hard to talk when you're dead.

- I'm a mother. I just wanna save my baby.

You can trust me.

- Eh, ah! I don't have time for this!

I have a performance to get ready, lines to rehearse!

Driver!

- Sir.

- Take her out and put her inside.

- What about her?

Hmm.

Let's leave her here to rot for a while.

Oh!

Speak the Queen's English here!

So rude.

- Say you will stay forever, no matter what happen.

- Babe, what's wrong?

- I don't know.

I'm scared If everything change.

Cahya.

- Cahya?

Cahya?

Cahya?

Oh my God.

Are you all right?

- No. - I'm, I'm getting you

out of here.

Come.

- Where are we going? - I'm taking you upstairs.

- No, they will see me.

- No, we can hide in my room. Nobody goes up there.

It's my private space.

No one is going to take that baby away from us. I promise.

- Hold on to, that's it. Shh.

Come.

You're safe. You're safe in here.

That's it. That's it.

I better go downstairs.

I don't want them to suspect anything.

- No, no, please don't, - No.

- Don't leave me alone. - I told you,

you're safe up here!

Nobody comes up here without my permission!

What's going on up there?

Well where have you been? - Upstairs.

- Babe, what's wrong? You can't leave house.

Ah, it's okay. We don't need to leave the house.

We can't stay here forever together.

No more food.

Don't worry. I will order delivery.

Where is my phone?

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

Did they replace me already?

We need money. I will take that job.

I don't wanna lose that house now that you are back.

I'll come back in one month. Hmm?

I'm sorry! Please!

- I told, didn't I?

I told you never to go to my studio! Never!

- I'm sorry, please!

- You broke my trust! - God, oh God!

Look what you're

making me do.

Treat you like this.

- What are you doing?

Oh, what are you doing to me?

Nothing.

I'm just working on a new project.

- Why am I tied up?

- Oh, oh, you were trying to harm yourself in your sleep.

I did it for your own safety and that of the baby.

- Where's Nia?

- Nia.

Yes.

Alfred always had a thing for the help.

When we were young, we had an Asian maid too, a nanny.

That's what he called her, I don't know why,

she wasn't a nanny.

She was barely good enough to be called a maid.

He was obsessed with her a little too much for my liking.

I never understood it.

To me, they were always so unreliable and untrustworthy.

- Get out of here!

- What's going on here?

- She, she told me to go in here.

- I knew she couldn't be trusted.

Men are weak. - No, no, no.

- Always susceptible to whores.

Well, let them have them, I say.

- What? What the hell are you doing?

- Oh this?

Well, I want to keep you and the baby in good condition.

Get off. What are you trying to do?

- Quiet! They'll hear you.

Why don't you help me?

- I am. - No.

- Now hold still, silly.

See?

That didn't hurt, now did it?

I know they're going to kill me.

- I told you, I won't let them touch a hair

on your precious little head.

Coming!

But there's one catch. - What?

- They think you're already dead.

- What?

- Well, it's a good thing.

It means they've stopped asking questions about you.

I bought us a lot of time.

If Alfred knew you were alive, he would kill us both.

- So you promised me you were going

to help me get out of here.

- Hold your horses, Alfred!

It means you're going to have to play dead for a while.

What?

- Well, Alfred has his big performance tomorrow

and he wants you to attend. - No.

- Now. - What?

- Shh. Be still!

You will be taken out of here tomorrow by the driver.

But you can't move a muscle.

So, I'm going to give you a sedative.

It's just like playing dead fish.

Come on, open the door.

- Alfred, patience is a virtue.

Alfred.

- I'm just so excited, Franny.

- I know. I'm just doing some final touches.

Please, wait.

- Where is she? - Over there.

- Oh, she's beautiful, Franny.

- Thank you.

- Can I take her now? - As you wish.

Hmm.

Hmm.

- Oh.

- Come in

- Franny, Mother bought me the record of "Sleepy Beauty."

What are you doing?

Francesca! Alfred!

- Daddy, I've peeled it all off in one piece.

Like you've showed me.

- Francesca, what have you done?

Oh, oh, oh!

What, what have you done?

Come in.

- Is she ready? - Enough for an outing.

Her face is amiss, I was busy, as you know,

working on the other one.

- Ah, yes, yes. I know, I know.

What about the baby?

- What about it? - Well, did you get rid of it?

- Well, of course. I know how you feel about it.

- Mm. Very good.

It's going to be a full house, Franny.

- Now just don't be rough with her.

I don't want her damaged.

- Yes, yes, yes. I, I'll be careful.

I'll tell the driver to come get her. Driver.

- Ma'am, sir said there was a guest to be picked up.

- There.

- Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you. Oh, you're too kind, you're too kind.

Yes, yes. No, thank you, thank you.

Yes, yes.

Hmm.

I've returned tonight for a encore performance,

back by popular demand, some might say.

Tonight, I give you something that is very close

to my heart and soul.

Tonight, I give you the Sleeping Beauty.

And so our story begins, as Princess Aurora,

first-born to the King and Queen,

is celebrated on this special day, a christening.

Among the many guests who visited the castle that day,

they were visited by an evil witch,

which hadn't been invited to the celebration, had she?

And she was jealous and mean.

Boo, yes!

- Oh, but she didn't like that, did she?

No, she didn't like it at all.

So she placed a curse on the princess.

That on her 16th birthday,

she will prick her finger and die.

But lo and behold,

a beautiful fairy appeared

and altered the evil witch's curse.

Instead of death, she would sleep

and sleep and sleep

for 100 years.

Yes, only to be broken

by the kiss of a handsome prince, here.

But many years later, while riding through

the neighboring countryside, Prince Alfred saddled across

to the castle where the beautiful princess lived.

And lo and behold,

as he entered the castle,

he found the princess unconscious, but alive,

and was immediately enchanted by her beauty.

He leans in and gave her a kiss on her supple lips,

and as the princess awoke,

yes, she too,

she too fell in love with her prince, yes!

Yes, and they danced and danced

and danced, ha, and danced, ha-ha, yes, and danced!

And then together,

they shared the first roots of their love.

Yes, ah-ha-ha!

Ah-ha, yes!

Oh, do you hear that?

Do you hear that? Oh, they love you.

They love you, yes.

And I love you.

Oh, please, please let me take you away from all this.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Yes. Uh.

- Nia?

- Take her back to the attic.

- Yes, ma'am.

Close the door, Cahya!

That was her.

- You told us you hated your mother.

- No, no, I know. I just wanna-

- Let's speak frankly, shall we?

One woman to another. - Mm.

- You wanted Alfred all for yourself. Didn't you?

Admit it!

You were jealous you couldn't have him because of me.

- No. No.

- You were planning on running away together, weren't you?

- No, I would never do that!

- That is such a pretty dress.

Something a woman wears to get the attention

of gullible men.

- It's, it's just what I wore when I first came here.

- Yes. I'm well aware of when you first came here.

I didn't trust you then either.

No one is going miss you around here, Nia.

You'll be more useful as one of Alfred's dolls.

- No.

- And I'm going to give him that.

You know why?

Because we're family.

He loves me!

Yeah.

- And that's something you will never

- No, oh God! - Understand.

Yes.

- Cahya!

- She scare you?

It always happens. Postmortem rigor mortis.

Take her back to the attic.

He's gone.

You can breathe now.

Keep sleeping, princess.

And now the real fun begins.

Oh!

Thanks, God.

- What in God's name have you gotten yourself into?

- Thanks, God.

- Oh, I just went to your house

and I saw David was still there.

What are you doing, Cahya?

You didn't do as I asked, did you?

I told you the door would be open

only so you could say goodbye to David,

and then you must close it.

Let's get you back home.

Thank you.

- You owe me. Let's go.

- What do they want?

- They are of your making.

- Me? I didn't know anything.

- Exactly. You're supposed to close the door.

Your presence here

has awoken them.

I thought you might have been mature enough

to handle the gift, but obviously you're not.

They will kill you if you don't close the door.

Send them to the light, Cahya.

Say the words that need to be said and finish it!

Ad lucem.

- I love you. I'll come back in one month.

No! I can't do it!

- Cahya.

- I don't wanna lose my husband!

Can I do that without losing my husband?

- Please. - Cahya.

- No, I can't! I can't!

- Fine.

I will do it.

- You're fucked now.

Where's Francesca?

Where's Francesca?

What have you two been up to?

Now give me that fucking child!

Get off me, witch!

- Who the fuck are you?

- The angel of death!

- Are you happy now?

Franny!

Franny!

Oh, my Franny.

- Please, please, no.

- Finish it.

Please, don't die! Please, please!

No, please!

- Alfred?

Alfred?

Yah!

Ah!

Oh, no!

No! No!

- Trust them to get killed by a girl tied to a chair.

I barely have enough materials to prepare everything.

Oh, this was supposed to be at least another week away!

This will have to do.

But I told him time and time again

not to meddle in my affairs.

This is my private space.

So, if he came up without my permission,

then he really only has himself to blame.

- I didn't wanna do it. - Fool!

- I'm just trying to save my life.

- I know. Why do you think I brought you back?

For him?

Why?

- For my master plan.

- What's this?

- That's right, you're a heathen, aren't you?

It's the nativity scene, silly.

It's the birth of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

I only wish Father were here to see it complete.

I know he'd be so proud of me.

And Mother.

She's so pretty.

Doesn't she make the perfect Mary?

You killed your own parents.

- I didn't kill them.

I gave them life after death.

With these hands, I've made them immortal.

When I'm finished,

I'll sit right there next to them.

Alfred, the driver and me.

The three wise men.

They had no idea how special they are.

But there was one piece of the puzzle

I was never sure about.

Who would fill that void?

Alfred never wanted you because you were repulsive to him,

but I knew that you had brought a blessing

into my home, Cahya.

I didn't want to accept it at first,

but now I can complete my masterpiece,

the gateway to God's kingdom and everlasting life.

You have brought me my little baby Jesus,

and now we shall all be received into God's arms

as his children, reunited in heaven forever.

No.

- I didn't think this moment would come so soon,

but that's irrelevant now, isn't it?

As the mother, you must be so proud.

Fuck you!

- Queen's English.

No! - Once he's on

his little throne,

I will slit his throat

and drink his virgin blood with a cocktail

of arsenic and cyanide.

- Please, please, please don't hurt my baby! Please!

- Oh, don't worry, he won't feel a thing.

Oh no!

Oh, no!

Leave her.

Close the door!

- You can't kill me.

You need me alive!

Take the child! - No!

- Don't you dare! Get away from my baby!

- You're gonna be the best mum in the world.

No matter what you decide,

it's gonna be the right decision.

Please!

I love you. - And I love you.

- I don't wanna lose you again,

but I have to save our baby.

Goodbye my love.

I'll miss you.

Hey Junior, my cute little boy.

You're gonna be a very special boy.

Yes, you are.